#pocketverse

[wrecked-fuse]

(Cinema date) they all are at Back To The Future premiere 🤧💖

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#harringrove #stranger things #wreckedfuse #bucklway #billy hargrove #steve harrington #pocketverse #munverham #jadiessy #chrissy cunningham #eddie munson #robin buckley #heather holloway #jason carver #max mayfield #dustin henderson

[adelacreations]

Fusion Dance:

I think someone mentioned this on discord but how would Lord Billy react to a pocketverse Billy?

So I wrote a bit of a ficlet to go with this Tagging @neonponders and @wrecked-fuse as well XD enjoy this little blurb I vomited out!

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Sometimes, Billy wonders why he even bothers anymore. Steve Harrington has gotten along well with his children, it was important to him. But that came with getting involved with his children's antics. Both him and that boy-child of his. Sorry. Dustin.

He was getting better at remembering his name. For the sake of Lucas, who has a little crush on Steve's son. Regardless of that fact, the castle had been livelier than Billy has ever seen. Or was used to. Even with his servants bustling around. Anyways. "Steve...darling. What is that in your hands?" he asked slowly staring at the cupped hands of his lover. Steve only grinned, holding his hands out towards him, "Have a peek, Lady Bird~" His children claimed that they had found something in the courtyard and dragged Steve to go and check it out. Billy hadn't cared much, it might have been another bug or small mammal. Not...whatever this was.

It was small and...

Billy pressed his lips into a thin line, he really had no idea what he was looking at. Where was that-ah there it was, in the bottom left drawer. He didn't use it all that much anymore, his magnifying glass but it helped. Especially now, squinting as he peered through the glass. He said nothing at first, just staring at what he was seeing. "What a peculiar creature you are." Everything and everyone was small to him, he always had to be careful not to crush the many good things he had in his life with his abnormal strength. But this.

Glaring up at him was a mini version of him. Well, kind of. This one had a mullet, an opened red shirt and jeans. With a small pout on his face. It-he, well he was adorable. The poor thing was shaking though, might be through fear. Billy had that affect on people, for better or for worst.

Billy guessed that he could fit into his pocket if he put him in there. "I suppose your name is...Billy?"

"Where's my Biwwy!"

Billy raised an eyebrow at Steve who shrugged a little bit, "The little guy apparently got lost, stumbling into some weird portal or something from what he said. He's far from home."

"Clearly," Billy muttered in response, reaching out with one finger to poke at the little's cheek. "I won't hurt you." Billy wasn't going to comment on the warm feeling he felt when the miniature version of him clung to his finger, his eyes watering with tears and bottom lip puckered.

"Okay...where's my Stevie...?"

Oh. They were a pair. He and Steve looked at each other, the other mouthing 'no Stevie' to him. Huh, the poor thing really did get lost then. Steve grinned up at him, "We are a pair."

"Seems like I can never get rid of you then," Billy said with a smirk, leading over to give Steve a kiss. "We should get this one something to eat first, and maybe getting that agent of yours to help get him home." Steve scowled with a roll of his eyes, opting to bringing the little Billy to his chest, allowing him to slip inside of his coat pocket.

"Hopper isn't my agent."

"Hm."

"Billy!"

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"So that was how they found him in hanging on one of the candle holders. Sorry about that, you must have been really worried about him."

Billy paused in his reading, the quiet chomps and clattering of the plate next to him were the only other sounds in the main hall. He had to bar the kids from coming around the little Billy with their sickles. They had pouted only to relent when the little guy had yelled at them. Billy closed the book in his lap, taking up the crimson wine glass and taking a sip.

"I think your friends are here-"

"Biwwy!"

Little Billy jumped up from the saucer, waving his arms at the people following Steve. Billy raised an eyebrow at the two...well regular versions of themselves. Then again, they had the little ones already, there shouldn't be that much of a surprise.

"You're big."

Billy smirked, snapping his book shut and standing up from the couch. He grinned at the shock on both of the other Billy and Steve standing before him with a little Steve in that Steve's pocket. "9 foot 6, but who is really counting here?"

"Stevie! Cwere! He has coowkies!"

#pocketverse #pocket billy #harringrove #lord billy hargrove #billy x steve #steve x billy #harringrove au #resident evil village au #billy antis dni #billy hargrove #steve harrington #my asks #just a little something i had to fhadskjfhas #i won't lie a pocketverse Lord Billy would be funny as hell #anyways this ran away from me

[neonponders]

Part 7 for @wrecked-fuse ‘s pocketverse 🧁

~ Part 6 ~

~ on ao3 ~

• • •

Billy had his assignment, and getting the smaller Billy’s head measurement was the easy part. He had to use a strip of paper to mark the circumference of the large noggin’ on the little body, and then measure that before he went to the most expensive store for tiny clothing.

“Okay, chipmunk. I’ll see you at the music store.”

“Bwing the hat!”

“They might have to make it if it’s not available,” Billy warned on his way out of the video store.

Big Steve sighed heavily, inducing Robin to scrutinize him. “Are you afraid of the doll store?”

“Only the woman who runs it. Can we close already? I’m ready to be a person again.”

“Music Stowre!” little Steve shouted with his hands in the air. Big Steve set their finished shoebox room on the counter and waved them in.

“Get inside, you two, and hold on tight.”

Billy charged through the cardboard flaps they’d cut like doors and pushed the button on the battery pack shoved under his bed. The little fairy lights around the room bloomed with warm light as they landed on their beds, ready for their ride.

Robin carefully tied shoelaces over both of them like seatbelts while Steve closed up the back of the store. She carried their precious cargo as he moved the register money bag to the safe and turned the lights off. With the front door finally locked, Steve heaved a breath of relief and ripped his vest off. “Okay, let’s go.”

Little Steve and Billy sang movie tunes on the way to the record shop. Robin couldn’t wipe the smile off her face as she held them on her lap and said to big Steve, “Getting Billy to go to the doll store is a test, isn’t it?”

Steve shrugged. “B wants a hat. It’ll be nice for someone else to use a credit card for a change. If I can get Hopper to buy anything, he’s getting a list.”

However, he felt Robin’s gaze on him and peeked at her before admitting, “Yeah, Billy Hargrove, lifeguard extraordinaire, in a doll store sounds hilarious. Sue me.”

“What’s wife gward?” small Billy exclaimed.

“He’s not a wife guard,” Robin sassed, rocking from the nudge Steve gave her. She rerouted, “Billy works at the Rec Center, little man. So he teaches exercise classes, swimming lessons, and makes sure people stay safe in the indoor and outdoor pools.”

“Biwwy’s a knight?” small Steve exclaimed in wonder.

Robin’s eyes narrowed as the car turned into a new parking lot. “I don’t know if that’s the right word for it, but it is technically his job to protect people.”

“Wow,” he breathed. “Big Biwwy, is so cool! But who keeps Biwwy safe?”

Robin and big Steve exchanged a loaded silence as he turned the car off. The latter reassured, “Billy can take care of himself while he’s gone. Are you ready to hear some music?”

“Hell yeah!” Billy declared.

Reggae played over the main speakers of the store, and an underlying aroma of marijuana wafted up from the carpets. Steve and Robin understood without saying anything that they needed an empty nook of the store. Robin set the box on a shelf between cassette and vinyl racks. She looked at the tape left in the player and set it aside before giving the shoelaces a tug to free the little ones. “You need to stay in there, okay? It’s too easy to get lost in here.”

Steve appeared and held up two small LP’s. “Do you want a little spicy or a little soul?”

“Spicy!” Billy demanded.

Robin placed the headset on the box as if the shoebox were a head, and Steve got the record player going. “You Spin Me Around” by Dead or Alive started up and Robin’s nose wrinkled.

“You’re going to give them a heart attack. Soul, soul, soul...” She started switching the LP’s, only to corner, “Steve, Boney M. is disco.”

“It’s groovy,” he smiled over a rolling shoulder. He put the other record back and set the needle down on the right song.

As music began to trickle over the shoebox bedroom, little Steve began to sway his hips. “Gwoovy,” he said experimentally.

Steve and Robin place the other headsets on their heads, the latter nodding along as Steve shamelessly danced in the store. “Let it out, lil dude. Let the music wiggle through you.”

Little Steve smiled shyly as he looked at Billy sitting on his bed and kicking his feet. “Gwoovy, Biwwy!”

Robin laughed, “Can you imagine how many complaints we’ll get if we play this at work?”

“Yeah, from Keith, if he ever bothers to actually come into work. Everyone else will thank us. How long until the GM realizes Keith is at the community college instead of Family Video?”

“Depends on when I need a raise,” she finished, letting more of her body move to the music.

Steve laughed and watched his smaller self coax Billy off the bed and do little hops and wiggles to the music. Robin encouraged, “Woo! Shake that wittle butt, Billy Boy. You’re rocking it.”

They both laughed as Billy did just that, bending his knees and throwing his butt back and forth while little Steve clapped his hands to the music.

A deeper voice warned, “Don’t throw your back out.”

The little ones gasped at big Billy joining them with his own box under his arm. Flicking the lid open, he withdrew something and twirled a familiar hat over his finger. “How about a summer jacket instead of that winter one? It’s not in season yet.”

Little Billy jumped up and down. “My hat! Will it fit? Gimme!”

Steve marveled, “They had a whole Indiana Jones doll?”

“I’ll mail you my fees,” Billy retorted, and shoved the box against Steve’s chest. Steve held it while Billy disrobed the doll and passed down the thinner jacket. Next came the hat -

“Don’t show him that,” Steve warned quietly when he gripped Billy’s hand inside the box.

Billy held his gaze a moment before he assured, “Relax, Harrington. It’s not a real whip. It’s just a string.”

“I don’t care. A bird will take these guys away if we’re not careful. B tries to belly flop off my bedside dresser every morning. Don’t let him see it.”

Billy’s brows reached for his hairline as he removed his hand from Steve’s grasp, holding it up defensively. “Your call, daddy Harrington.”

Robin pointed a mild grimace over Steve’s shoulder. Billy didn’t draw attention to it and instead looked down at little Billy putting the hat on smaller Steve’s head. “Stevie! We need a miwwor in here.”

Little Steve giggled and looked up at them, holding the wide-brimmed fedora on his head. “How do I wook?”

“Like a million bucks,” Steve congratulated.

Little Billy blushed. “Gwoovy.”

The corner of larger Billy’s mouth crooked up.

#harringrove #wrecked-fuse #neonponders #pocket!au #pocketverse

[blue-tailed-artist]

#turtle tots #turtle au #rottmnt au #pocketverse #pocket dimension #rottmnt #rottmnt fanart #rottmnt leo #leonardo rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #save rise of the tmnt #rottmnt donnie #rise donnie #rise leo #rise oc #rise ocs #rise mikey #rise raph #rottmnt raph #rottmnt mikey

[gracegrove]

#i've got cuteness aggression for the pocket babies #harringrove #pocketverse

[coreink002]

Herding them up ft Floofster

Another 2023 drawing, this time from March. This was a 'bulletin job' meaning we were giving the prompt to assist a farmer's Growlithe to herd up the Mareep, and what a better pokemon to help, than another Growlithe? Want to see more of Floofster? check out his Toyhou.se

Posted using PostyBirb

#pokemon #growlithe #mareep #pocketverse #digitalart #2023

[apricotthevixen-arts]

More Dragon Babies for Pocketverse.

Alot of these are redraws cuz the old art is old af. Also I wanna draw some simple things right now.

R O U N D.

#Pokemon #Fakemon #Pocketverse #Mutant #Shiny #Hybrid #Dragon #Cleffa #Fennekin #Deino #Vaporeon #Dratini #Aerodactyl

[birdstooth]

When u are dropped into the bottom of a lake and no one comes to get u 🥺

#poto #the phantom of the opera #sketches #WIPs #actually not part of the pocketverse but he sad haha

[harringrovepolls]

#billy hargrove #harringrove #polls

[wrecked-fuse]

Billy and Billy

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#harringrove #billy hargrove #pocketverse #wreckedfuse #stranger things

[thorniest-rose]

So last night before reading Prism I was scrolling through @wrecked-fuse ‘s Pocketverse art because it’s so much fun, but now I can’t stop seeing Prism Steve like this in my head. Sweet baby.

Oh my gosh Stevie!!!! Yes that's him (or at least when he's not being a clingy little crazy bitch because he has those tendencies too 🤭❤️ actually omg this is very Little Steve 😭

#asks #prism fic

[neonponders]

Part 14 for @wrecked-fuse ‘s pocketverse 🍿

Part 13

(Part 9′s art 🌹) ( pt. 7′s art 🧁)

~ on ao3 ~

• • •

Robin’s eyes alighted on the pair striding into the video store. She finished with the only customer in the store fast - and a bit rudely - but it’s not like they worked for tips. Max held the door for them on their way out, and Robin and Steve crowded Billy to take the lid off the box.

“Hey, little man,” Steve cooed. “What’s going on?”

Little Steve yanked on his seat belt ribbon and ran to little Billy’s bed. “His tummy uppy, Stevie! Hewlp!”

His hair bobbed over his eyes as he looked up at big Billy. “What did they eat? Did they eat anything weird?”

Billy’s voice rumbled from his chest as he guarded, “He got a taste of carbonation.”

“Carb- like a soda?” Then Steve’s face went blank with realization. “You didn’t let him drink beer, did you?”

“He got a sip before I could stop him.”

A small voice intercepted, “It’s my fawlt...”

Robin frowned. “I doubt this can be your fault.”

He fiddled with his fingers before holding up a hand. “I huwrt my hand. Big Biwwy let me hold his dwink to feewl bettewr. My Biwwy took a sip sip.”

Robin consoled, “It’s not your fault. Thing is, it’s no one’s fault. These things happen. I drank my mom’s wine and then ruined my grandma’s antique couch.”

Max, Billy, and Steve stared at her before the latter remarked, “Thanks for that.”

“You’re welcome.”

Max provided, “For what it’s worth, he didn’t really act any different. I mean...he really liked kicking stuff around, but he wasn’t drunk.”

Little Steve piped in, “His tummy is weally noisy!”

That had big Steve’s mouth relaxing into a silent, Oh...before he asked, “B, can I touch your belly?”

He got a whine as a response but he took the bedroom box and set it on the counter. Pulling on the ribbon to get it out of the way, he carefully touched all over Billy’s torso. “I think you’ve got gas.”

Little Steve asked, “What’s gas?”

Large Billy answered, “Bubbles.”

The former gasped. “Oh, Biwwy...”

Robin looked at Steve when he announced, “I have an idea. Turn the popcorn machine on.”

“Okay, why?”

“It vibrates and it’s warm.”

Max made a face. “Uh. Huh?”

Steve gestured the flat of his hand into the box. “B-Man needs to fart. What, have you never had to pass gas?”

“Old,” Robin accused from the other side of the video store.

“B-Man?” Billy smirked as he reached in and little Steve helped small Billy onto his palm.

Large Steve grabbed one of their comforters and put it on top of the popcorn machine. “This can get a little hot, but you’ll be safe as long as you’re on the bedding. I’m gonna massage your belly until the popcorn gets going.”

Small Billy whined as big Billy eased him onto the comforter, “Don’t pwess my tummy.”

Steve opened his mouth to reassure, but big Billy reassured, “We’re getting things moving. The bubbles staying still are causing the pain.”

The little one groaned but blinked softly as small Steve scooted himself under the blond head. “Piwwow, Biwwy. Big B and Stevies will take care of you.”

Steve found the small curve of little Billy’s lumbar and cushioned it while he eased the little guy onto his side and started pressing circles over his abdomen with a pinkie.

Small Steve asked, “Is it working?”

Large Billy hushed, “It’ll take a few minutes.”

That little mouth rolled into an anxious line, but he focused on petting the soft, dark blond hair.

Billy watched Steve cradling the little body with the utmost care - impressive, considering Steve touched six feet high and had the hands to match his size.

“Does this hurt?”

“Mm...um. A wittle.”

Steve expanded his circles. “Better?”

“Mmhm,” little Billy settled.

Steve could feel larger eyes on him. He glanced back at Max helping herself to gummy worms, and then looked at Billy, who inquired, “Where did you learn this?”

Steve shrugged and admitted, “Are you even lactose intolerant if you don’t relentlessly eat dairy? Instant gratification first, pain later.”

Billy chuckled and leaned down to slouch over the counter. “Your little guy seems to be doing fine, though.”

“He’s better at eating fruit and yogurt than yours is. I got his bowels on a schedule.”

“Ew, Steve,” Robin grimaced in passing. She handed Max a bottle of water and cracked open a ginger ale for herself. “But that does beg the question: what dietary stuff should we be warned about, on the lil man’s behalf?”

Max’s eyes lolled in their sockets, supremely bored. “Billy drinks beer all the time. He belches like a shitty dragon.”

“Maybe that’s the problem,” Robin concluded. “Lilly Billy doesn’t know how to burp.”

Big Billy intervened, “Keep it up with the names and your bike will disappear.”

“Careful,” she smiled. “The whole town knows your self esteem is in your car.”

Steve glared at them with the warning, “Children, please? This is basically a doctor’s office right now. Respect my patient.”

As if on cue, a high pitched sound plucked the air. They almost ignored it, except for little Steve giggling and chirping, “Toot.”

Big Steve smiled. “Progress.”

Max laughed and tore a gummy worm with her teeth while Robin congratulated, “One for luck, two for glory.”

“Ah!” little Steve startled when the first kernel blew.

“It’s about to get noisy,” big Steve reassured. “Hold onto him.”

Tall Billy’s eyes watched his little self reach up to reciprocate small Steve holding onto him as the machine started to rattle with popcorn commotion. Another too-toot! escaped his butt and he exhaled with palpable relief. Robin applauded but also warned, “You unlocked something.”

Steve laughed but disregarded, “Farts are harmless compared to the mayhem these two cause.”

He paused when Billy reached into his space, a careful finger rubbing small Steve’s back. “Thanks for looking after him, chipmunk.”

The way the Family Video lighting sparkled off of little Steve’s eyes, Billy wondered if he genuinely had tiny stars and planets in those big brown eyes. A big smile matched rose cheeks. “Welwcome, Biwwy! Biwwys will ahways be okay with Stevies awound.”

Billy’s eyes softly rolled onto Steve. “He’s really singing your sales pitch.”

Steve shook his head as if something were obvious. “I keep saying that I’m a hot commodity -”

Max barked, “Cool. Go out for burgers and bring me back a milkshake.”

“Maxine,” Billy growled.

Steve clipped, “B isn’t going anywhere near a fry until he experiences the jammy goodness that is a prune.”

Robin taunted, “You look good with those grey hairs, Harrington.”

He tossed his head in the direction of the break room. “Who stocks your lunch yogurts, Buckley?”

Attention swiveled to Billy laughing, “Maybe King Steve is having a dry spell because all you talk about is shit and fruit.”

Steve might’ve had something spiteful to say, if small Billy hadn’t called tiredly, “Stevie?”

“Yeah, buddy?”

His voice rattled a little from the soothing vibrations of the popcorn machine. “Can we have noodwes?”

“Noodles? My nacho noodles?”

The littles smiled in confirmation as large Billy gaped at him. “Excuse me?”

Steve looked at him like this was totally rational. “Nacho noodles. You mix the dipping cheese with a little tomato sauce and top some egg noodles with, like, beans, veg, and stuff.”

“There’s a special prison for people like you.”

“People with ingenuity and good taste?”

“There are Italian and Mexican grandmothers rolling in their grave.”

“I’ve had Mexican and Italian grandmas invite me over for dinner more often than their granddaughters,” Steve countered.

That got a laugh from Billy that tipped his head up toward the ceiling. And another fart from the little one.

#hi the older i get the less i can write conflict in stories #just give me softness orz #harringrove #wrecked-fuse #neonponders #pocketverse #pocket!au #like magnets #this could've been in the last chapter haha #but hey double upload

[blue-tailed-artist]

Just a sketch of dad Leon I did last night

#rottmnt #rottmnt fanart #rottmnt leo #leonardo rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #save rise of the tmnt #rise leo #leo au #rottmnt au #pocketverse #pocket dimension #dad leon

[eyeopeningarchivist]

Hey hey hi there!

Thoughts on multiverse theory?

i think it's quite fun!

But you just like paradoxes and puzzles and things, dear

Anyone is free to answer us!

- [♤], [♡]

Hi there! Most of us start to get dizzy or nauseated when we start thinking of multiverses. Therefore, I am answering! I think it's a fairly relevant idea since the entities are pulled through from a parallel pocketverse when a successful ritual is performed. What's to stop other universes from forming? My personal favorite is the idea that an alternate reality forms every time a decision is made. To think a whole other world may exist because someone had a croissant instead of a blueberry muffin... Just... :)

~Sasha

#the magnus archives #answers #anon ask #sasha james

[gracegrove]

when we're bored what do we do?

work?

figure out to scale how big pocket harringrove is in my already tiny hands.

#pocketverse

[harringrove-cafe]

@neonponders

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